Ye Tian stands behind the East snow, a meter away, the corner of his mouth is very calm.

three thirds of the hair is slowly left on the forehead of Oriental snow and falls to the ground.

Dongfang snow looks at the hair on the ground and mumbles, "it can't be, it won't be like this." Turning around and looking at Ye Tian, there was a look of pain on his face, holding his head in both hands and squatting down, "it won't be like this, you won't defeat me, how can it be like this?" "You can afford to lose," Ye Tiandan said in a low voice

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